I wish you still had it and would sell it to me! I do have my eye on a 68 Z28 Camaro but the owner can’t decide what he wants to do with it.

1989 Ford Ranger


XLT. With the little stripe between the two tone paint.

Not extended cab. Stick shift. Sliding back window. Manual window though.

Where I grew up it was a car people envied, majority of kids had no car. When I got to college, kids had expensive new cars. One had a Lexus SUV when those were new.

This is real close to what I drive now.

1984 Mustang L. Not an LX, just straight L. I told my friends the x fell off. A whopping 88 hp that moved like pond water. One year into owning it I had gone through three head gaskets and 2 manual transmissions. It was literally found on road dead most times. I traded up to a 76 beetle and was never happier.

A well-used ‘74 Grand Prix with a 400 V-8 and horrible paint. Red with white leather buckets. You could see the gas gauge moving left when you stomped on it. How I survived it as a teen is a mystery. Traded it for a ‘78 manual 4-speed Corolla after a year because most of my paycheck was going in the tank. A necessary but emasculating trade.

Some trivia: did you know you can fit 17 high-schoolers into a 1979 Caprice Classic station wagon if you stack them like cordwood. You just have to be real careful and stop at the gas station and fill up the air-shocks that my dad installed for towing. (Don't tell my mom):eek:

It wasn't MY car, but it was one that was early in my driving history.

Somebody found my first car. https://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/20...olet-chevette/

That's funny. The Chevette is the first car I really have recollection of as a kid. My parents owned one when I was about five and I seem to recall a less than successful road trip through mountains.

My older brother had a Chevette for a while in the 80's. A lot of people in our small town worked at the same paper mill 30 miles away, so when it broke down along the road he could catch a ride with somebody heading to work. He would call me and tell me what part to get and I would replace the alternator, water pump, whatever roadside and just leave it there after I fixed it. After work he would catch a ride from the mill to his car and drive the rest of the way home.
Replaced damn near everything before it had 75k miles on it.

Wow. What a good (and useful) brother! My younger brother would sometimes borrow my car, leave the tank rudely low, and leave a six-pack on the passenger seat, usually with a couple missing.